My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • Ecdysis

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    cfblack
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    fling your feelings of unworthiness into the void this is not an act of despair this is finding the space to grow _____ finding the space to grow throw your feelings of unworthiness into the void shed despair like an old snake’s skin 6-25-26

  • rescue dogs

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    Rescue dogs press ribs against chain link fences. Hunger grows fur and learns to whimper. Each carries a story written in mange, cigarette burns, missing ears, limps that predicted rain. When anyone lifts their hand too quickly, a brindled mutt hides beneath a plastic chair. Volunteers call them damaged, but the dogs still wagged their…

  • Thick and muddy

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    This morning the pond is thick and muddy; turtles still must extend their heads above the water to breathe. Geese teach goslings how to swim and dive for food. Mallards rest quiet on shore, while cattails grow slender and tall. Trees shake last night’s rain upon my head as I count the name of Light…

  • sitting on a shady bench

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    cfblack
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    damsel flies flit along the water turtles snorkel near the surface lone mallard casts wary eye at geese and goslings squirrel ventures close, covets my apple core on the bench ant carries morsel twice its size shy lily blossoms open on pads green cattails stand sentinel while last year’s pods shed wooly seeds I wait…

  • Sonic voyeurism

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    cfblack
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    Cardinals call back and forth Mourning doves coo in woods Blue jays squabble at anything that comes close Neighbor’s little dogs yap on their deck Owls call from tree tops – Night is coming! Tree frogs reply – Yes, the night is coming! Somewhere in the distance sirens call Get out of my way, I’m…

  • Nest of leaves

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    cfblack
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    sun bleached bench pine cone nests on leaves you think maybe a squirrel has hidden it in plain sight or maybe it fell in the night and landed there like you fell in the night and landed here neither of you had control over the decision to exist and neither of you has control over…

  • Backyard buck

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    cfblack
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    Behind my battered backyard fence, bent boughs, bold bamboo, brazen kudzu begin their annual green grab…again. Morning moves slowly over moss. With singing saw and steel bit I split saplings in two and battle brush. -Suddenly- Through the green, a big, bewildered, broad-chested, bristle-boned buck bounds down the brambled bank. Dry leaves dance. My heart…

  • Resist

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    When Sylvester stalks the bird feeder, Tweety Bird keeps a watchful eye, refuses to give in to fear, or let the bastard win. 3-9-26

  • Autumn

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    through falling leaves you stand alone I would say hello but I am afraid I may startle you so I stand alone hoping you don’t see me through falling leaves 11-1-25

  • Tailless lizard

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    High above a plane glistens in fading light, crescent moon visible in blue sky. Plane and moon pass by each other or so is seems from where I sit. Tailless lizard walks by on porch screen. Does it know I cannot reach it through the screen or is its arrogance why it is a tailless…